This is a song about "Latin class"

First out the gate last back to class,

How the fuck you wipe your ass

And you just want to get to class

And when it come to the cash

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I walk down the hallway to my class

And listen to the class professor/

Just to let you know, you are

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm a first class writer,

Said when i do dirt wit her

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'm just fucking round in class